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Brandon King

All His Wrath

Synopsis

The Menace Returns. Friends Are Threatened. Trust Is Challenged.
A year older and cleverer, Danielle distrusts the growing sense of dread
that haunts her. She knows nothing of what hunts her friends. They know
nothing of her foreboding.
Soon they are all thrust back together in a relentless series of hunting or
being hunted by an unholy foe, a mutant possessing horrifying powers and
schemes. Or is there more than one?
All His Wrath is a fast-paced story layered with complex twists and
revelations. The adventures of Danielle and her friends take them deeper
into the fantastical gargoyle kingdom than they would have ever chosen to
go.

Author Biography

Brandon King is an award-winning author living in SW Idaho, not far from epic rock formations that find their way into his stories. While his stories are straight-up fantasy he, like favorite authors J. R. R. Tolkien and C. S. Lewis, infuses his novels with allegory for perceptive readers.
He intends The Gargoyle Chronicles to be a seven book series. With Books 1 and 2 published, and Books 3-5 nearing completion, his fans have many characters—human and otherwise—to love. Or fear.

Author Insight

A Country Neighborhood Goes Wrong

It often seems like the grass is greener on the other side of the fence, that your neighbor has it better than you. But that's not true. In fact, sometimes it couldn't be less true.

Book Excerpt

All His Wrath

Split rail fences ran for miles along either side of the road. Many of the folks who lived out on the edge of town, beyond the crowded subdivisions, had a horse or two, even some cows. Quite a few folks in their neighborhood called themselves “gentlemen farmers.” Danielle’s dad sniffed at this title and said they were “mentalmen farmers.” He considered all of them—including himself—to be crazy for trying to farm anything as a hobby. Still, they liked the slower pace of life out here and the general neighborliness of the area. For one thing, there weren’t as many cars on the road. So, it was the large number of cars blocking Danielle’s path that should have gotten her attention.

Danielle’s head snapped up abruptly. She’d nearly walked into the back of a police car! “Huh?”

“Lost in thought, eh?” the voice continued, but not as loud since it was now right next to her.

Danielle turned and looked at the man who had warned her. He was a policeman. His eyes were covered with large, dark sunglasses and overshadowed by a dark blue cap. His matching uniform was crisp and clean, but only to his knees. From there down, his pants were covered in mud, as were his shoes. But he was smiling, so Danielle smiled back.

“Hi! And thank you for the warning! Uh, yes, I am distracted, I guess. More than I realized,” Danielle laughed nervously, feeling self-conscious. Over the patrolman’s shoulder, she could see other men clustered closely together in the field behind the fence. “So, what’s going on over there?” she asked.

“Never you mind, young lady,” the policeman replied. “It’s a police matter. Nothing for you to be concerned about. Probably best to head back the way you came. That sure is a big dog you have,” he continued, as if seeing Anja for the first time.

Danielle could feel the sudden tenseness in Anja. The dog’s stance was defensive. She growled, glaring at the man. There was a queer, very unpleasant smell wafting over from where the group of men was standing. It made Danielle want to plug her nose. She’d never smelled anything so terrible.

“Yes, OK, officer. We’ll be on our way,” she choked out. Danielle spun on her heels, grinding them into the dirt, and walked briskly back towards home. She hadn’t gone far when she cast a furtive glance over the fence. She was trying to see between the legs of all those men. “What are they looking at?” she said out loud. She couldn’t be sure, between all the limbs and the shadows the men’s bodies cast on whatever they were looking at. But it looked like there might be a body of a cow, or perhaps a horse. Whatever it was, its legs splayed up into the air. “Oh, that doesn’t look good,” she whispered to Anja.